Mae had her last soccer game tonight. I have loved watching the growth in her over the past six months from one soccer season to the next. Last spring, she would be so excited to get to the game, but then as we reached the top of the hill that overlooked the field, she would get a little nervous and would want to stay with me. After a few minutes of coaxing and a prayer, she would hesistantly run down and join the team. This season, she would barrel out of the car, rushing out on the field, never looking back. Our girl has most certainly entered a new season in her life. She has really come into her own, leaving all signs of baby behind and embracing the adventurous spirit of a little girl. She delights us with girlie giggles, lots of twirling of herself as well as her hair, and constant requests of "Watch me, Watch me!!" Around every corner is something new she wants to try, and she can hang with the best of the boys. You can see the constant wonder glimmering in her eyes. But more than that, I am watching her innate nurturing spirit blossom into a true consideration of others. Whitt loves "hard" with an enthusiastic intensity; Mae loves tenderly. She is perceptively sensitive to others, really loving them well in her own confident and peaceful way. At four and half, she already seems to know when words are needed and when they are not-when a friend or brother just needs you to "be" with them. Mae is a challenge for me to raise. Not because she is strong-willed (although there is an assertiveness to her that I just love), but because God has placed such a deep and beautiful heart in her. She already teaches me so much, and I am challenged by her spirit to be more, to be a better version of myself so that I can be the mom she needs and deserves. God has made me feel so special and loved by His trusting me to be this girl's mom.
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